Laundry? I think not...

Three baskets of to-be-folded laundry on the kitchen table.

Two loads of laundry pending.

Dishwasher of clean dishes to be emptied.

Sink of dirty dishes to be washed.

At least eight more hours of office work to be done.


I'm in trouble... But hey, the munchkin is smiling, and I am too!

Here we go...

I became “Toughy” when I was very young.

I earned the name Toughy when I was a very strong and stubborn two year old. I’m no Tomboy, but I easily could have ended up a bully.

I don’t believe life is a cakewalk for anyone.

Me? I live in a basement apartment with my husband and ultra-adorable two-year old son. Full-time housewife, full-time mom, and full-time employee.

I’d like to proclaim that my house is spotless, my family always eats nutritious homemade meals, and I go to bed at a decent hour each night, with my to-do list all marked off.

Yeah. Right.

But you know, if I could honestly claim those things, where's the adventure in that?